Maxine Flowers

 Born and raised in the nation's capital city, Maxine was born to a German immigrant mother and an American father at the tail end of the 19th century. Her father was not in her life for long as a year after her birth he was shipped off to fight in the American-Spanish war and died a month into his deployment, leaving her mother to try to support the baby he left behind. Maxine lived a hard life of poverty in a one income home. She became rebellious at a young age and fell in with the party scenes that exploded in with the growing popularity of jazz. She had been active, even if quite young for it, in the local feminist movement. The new prohibition may have been bad but for her, she knew the right people and the right scenes. It was that partying that led her to the night that altered everything.

She'd been out at a local speakeasy drinking with some friends when it happened. Max had gone out into the alley to get some air when something had attacked her. A man had tackled her to the ground, bitten her neck, and begun to drain her of her life. The pleasure gave way to horror as her body began to get weaker and she felt the darkness creep into her vision. She panicked, she kicked, she punched. She had grabbed a brick from the alley and smashed it into the man's head, stunning him. That was just enough time to shrug him off and scramble. Max got barely a foot away before she was on the ground again. Despite everything, despite how hard she fought, Maxine died in that alleyway.

Max woke the next night in the backroom of the speakeasy she'd just died outside of. She'd been hungry, she'd been confused, and she'd been angry. Maxine killed the owner in the storage room. Max decided that survival is the most important thing in this world. She changed her German last name to avoid attention and abandoned her old life. Her old self. She decided she'd not be a victim to anyone again.

The Sabbat found her and she more than willingly swallowed their ideology down. Mortals were weak. They were prey to be played with and then consumed. Vampires were the mighty and only the strongest survived. She chose to prove herself to them by finding her sire and letting the sun take him. That turned out to be a good foundation to her relationship with the Sect. She showed them, and would continue to show them, that she was a loyal soldier of Caine.

She chose to blend in with mortal society and be a predator living amongst her prey, acting as the eyes of the Black Hand and a diplomatic mouthpiece for the Sabbat's ideology. She rather enjoyed the game of pretending to be human and chose to even embrace the trends of humans. Before moving to Baltimore in the 90s, she did decide to take a little tour through Europe also. Embraced along the way, too. Max avoided the crackdown in 2012 by keeping her head down and keeping her mouth shut about the Sabbat. She's settled in now, though, and the Camarilla is gone.